Falling, darkness surrounds,
Cold dampness,
But from where,
Alone
But suddenly you've returned,
Back to life,
To joy,
Or so it seems,
The black is what's inside,
What consumes you,
Never knowing when it comes,
To take you back to the black,
Here's a hint you'll want to know,
The shiver that runs up your back,
The feel of dead eyes following,
These are signs for when they come,
You'll never escape the black.
YOU ARE READING
Poem-ish
PoetryPoems about my life that no one else wants to hear.... ps. This is my first time writing poems sorry if it sucks
